It's been two days, Mbali got discharged from the hospital with baby Lungelo. She had found the nursery already decorated and crammed with many things for an infant they sure went overboard. She took baby Lungelo from his crib as he started crying and went to the single settee in the nursery to feed him.

Mbali: There you go, aren't you a hungry boy.

She gushed at the little boy. Who in return just sucked her breast with his eyes gazing directly at her unblinking.

Sanele: I don't think I'll ever get used to this sight.

Mbali weeped her head to the door, seeing Sanele ogling at her with love and passion. He leaned against the door with his arms crossed.

Mbali: Hey daddy.

Sanele: Hey mama.

He went to kiss her lips and forehead before kissing Lungelo's head. It was a thing he did, the mother and the baby.

Sanele: You know, this baby has confiscated everything from me.

Mbali raised her eyebrow at him, he looked genuinely stung.

Mbali: How?

Sanele: My breasts and my wife, when was the last time i had some.

Mbali laughed at the horny man in front of her. Sanele stared at her like she was stinging him more.

Mbali: Aww, firstly nje I'm not your wife, I ain't got no ring on my finger, secondly you know we can't have sex for a decent month, it's not my baby's fault.

Sanele: You will be soon though.

Mbali shook her head.

***

Lesedi: And she's gonna believe you why?

Zodwa rolled her eyes as she looked tired with Lesedi's many questions. She's been jotting down reasons why the plan of killing him wouldn't work, so instead she came up with a plan of separating him from his resilience, Monalisa.

Zodwa: She'll have to, I'll make sure she does.

She spoke with so much eagerness, she knew exactly what she was doing, in her eyes if Lisa is out of his life, he'll be vulnerable and they'll attack then. Lesedi gazed at her then sighed.

***

Lisa closed her laptop, sighing as she had just completed and submitted her assignment. She stood from her chair and glanced around the study room, Snakes lets her use the study for her studying. She walks out, choosing to take a shower before she takes off to bed. As she reaches her bedroom, she catches a glimpse of Snakes smoking a cigarette on the balcony shirtless with only joggers on. She sighs and walks over to him, he seems to be so in thoughts that he didn't heed the glass doors being pulled open, until Lisa enveloped her tiny arms around his torso. He tenses barely but soon relaxes under her sense of touch.

Lisa feels how cold he is, like something is bothering him, but every time she asks him he says it's nothing or just gets mad. They keep quiet for a while, Snakes finishes his smoke and turns around after flinging it aside. He looks at her intensely and a small smile tugs on his lips, as he thinks about how he loves the woman in front of him, just the thought of losing her weakens his heart entirely.

He watches as she also smiles at him, with no words said because between the two of them, emotions are radiating in the air. Snakes' hands find Lisa's face capturing it as he looks at her like she came out of a movie or better yet slipped from the euphorias. He chuckles at his own thoughts. Lisa kisses his open palms that linger on her face then looks down. He frowns and his two fingers find her chin as he lifts it up so she's looking at him.

Snakes: What's wrong?

He asks ever so softly and with a lot of concern. His other hand goes to her cheek, stroking it slightly.

Lisa: You've been distant recently, and I- I just think maybe you losing interest in me, tell me I'm hallucinating and you still love me like the first day you saw me in that kitchen.

She says with a lot of agony in her voice, as it breaks at the end. Snakes brushes the lone tear that fell from her eye. He brings it to his mouth and licks it.

Snakes: You are a delusional woman, what are you even saying Monalisa? Lose interest in you?, how could I when everything you do makes me fall even deeper in love with you.

She closes her eyes as her arms clutch him tightly. Snakes rests his chin on her head, he kisses it, his hands wrapped tightly around her, pulling her to his chest.

Snakes: No interest lost here, my love, hell no bargaining either.

Her giggles linger in his bare chest. Smiling in content, Snakes says the most thing that always seem to never get old to both of them.

Snakes: I love you with every last bit of my soul, from the first time I saw you in that elevator and not the kitchen.

She looks up at him while smiling brightly at him. The same smile that tugs the strings of his heart.

How could she think he doesn't love her anymore when all he thinks about is her, when his life confides on hers. One thing for sure is that he loved this woman and maybe God was punishing him for all the wrong things he's done before, but he was prepared to fight God himself to keep her forever.

Lisa: I love you Mr Zikalala, I love you so much.

Snakes: I know my love, I know.

He cups her neck and cheek then brings his lips to hers, in a slow and sweet kiss, a kiss that has her knees wobbly but he wraps his hard hand on her fine small waist. She smiles between his lips. He opens his eyes as he pecks her lips many times having her giggling.

Lisa: I need to take a shower, let me go.

Snakes: One more kiss.

He pecks her again, she walks away but he grabs her wrist again before kissing her again at the corner of her lips. She laughs.

Lisa: Are you done?

Snakes kisses her one more time.

Snakes: I am now.

He smirks, she walks but stops at the door and turns back kissing him on his lips, he raises his eyebrow at her.

Lisa: I'm not.

She wicks and walks off.

Snakes: Jesus I love that woman.

He says as he lights up another cigarette.

***

David: I called a healer, he'll be here tomorrow.

Rose: You did a good job David, I'm sure Madam will be okay soon.

David smiles and nods walking off to his room, taking care of his wife has him looking slightly pale and thin. One thing about the Ndlovu's is that they have too much of their coloured genes but grew up in the Zulu culture, their mothers side, he took his mothers last name, his father not being too present but was there when he could.